The setup (background, rationale and other boring crap):

I am a longtime lurker. I previously used CH for help in planning and executing a trip to Rio several years ago. It was not really worth a report since there were a gazillion reports on the city written by far more charismatic hombres than this one and after day 2 of 7, I was completely taken with a little spinner that I pulled out of Rio Antiguo (you don't hear about that place everyday, eh?).

I decided on CTG for a couple of reasons. I wanted the very warm climate. I wanted a city with plenty of tourist stuff. All the reports I've read and photos I've seen on CH and other sites had me lusting for Colombianas. I wanted to be able to speak spanish. This last point is pretty much the only point that shot down a return to Brazil.

I decided on Sunday to fly out on Wednesday, so I had not done a lot of research... then again, I've read just about everything written about CTG's scene over the years on this board and others.

I was able to reserve one of Juan Ventura's apartments (Mirador 1402) for the week and I must say, he was very cordial and helpful.

Looking forward to your report and I hope you get better luck with BBBJs. Have not had too many issues w/CBJ, and found many of the Colombianas rather energetic about many manuevers in bed. Often times, you may need to be a bit insistent as the 1st things out of a Colombianas mouths are "no puede" to many things. Use bit of feigned outrage, pity and carrots to get the service. If all else fails, tell TONY or the casa mamasans to deliver up on only the super stars.

Day 1:

My flight did not touch down until 4:30pm and I did not make it to Laguito until an hour or so later... late reservations meant I was at the back of the plane and the back of a pretty long line at customs.

By 6pm, I had hit the street. I like to walk around a lot to familiarize myself with the neighborhood and start putting the pieces together from all of the reports that I've read over the years. After walking the street, I decided to walk the beach pretty much at sunset. I walked up an down Hollywood hoping to run into Tony (or rather, have Tony run into me) now just to see if he had a chica or two waiting around, but I guess he was already gone... in fact the beach was pretty dead. Sunset was a nice time to see the beach, it seem to offset the crappiness of the coarse, dark sand. Bottom-line: no chica yet.

Did a little shopping to stock the fridge at one of the minimercados the I walked Laguito a little more and ran into a guy touting apartamentos, then drugs, then girls on the last block prior to the Hilton. His name was Osvaldo, I think. I have to admit, I was a little curious simply because I really wanted to pop my Colombian cherry prior to going out to the late-night places. So I showed just the tiniest bit of interest in his offer of chicas. He said that knew one in the little shop across the street, so he walked me that direction. As we approached, I became less and less interested as the girl became less and less attractive... so I told Osvaldo "no, gracias" and bailed. Still, no chica.

By now it was dinner time, so I stopped in Riquisimo's primarily because I saw a pretty cute (with a smoking body) morena spinner sitting with a gringo-looking dude. Some newbie reflex went off that said, "where there's one, there may be others." At the very least, I was hoping that I might draw attention as a single gringo-type eating by himself a stone's throw from LDV. That didn't really happen, but two pretty cool things did occur during dinner:
1) There was another gringo-chica pairing that I had not noticed and she was drop. dead. gorgeous. I would've paid a ton just to hold hands with this beauty... maybe I'll do just that later on. -and-
2) Though she was obviously there with another gringo, I made plenty of flirty-eyes with the morena I first saw... flirty-eyes that were returned.

After dinner I found myself nearing a point of boredom, kicking myself for not preparing at least a little tourist cheat sheet with some things to do in the early evening. So, screw it. I hailed a taxi and had him drop me off at the clock tower... from there I wandered on foot. Here I found myself again in a bit of a dead time, 9pm. The daytime stores were already closed but it wasn't time for people to go out to bars yet.

Alas, I like to walk. With only minimal attention to my orientation, I wandered around the Old City. There is a film festival going on this week, so I watched a bit of a flick on a large outdoor screen. I ran into a college, a couple of nice plazas and a few touts, but since it was a dead-time there weren't that many.

With the time approaching 10pm, I hailed a taxi. He almost immediately mentioned chicas, and from reading prior reports I knew he was going to suggest Pleyclub. Without fail, he did. I resisted, really wanting to save casas in case the clubs failed me. He then mentioned that we were very near Isis. I agreed to let him take me. To my surprise / disgust, I realized that I had walked within 10 feet of the front door no less than twice in my earlier wanderings. Oops. My prior knowledge of this bar was that it was a all-pro (as in prostitutes, not best player in a sports league) take-out place where everything was way too expensive. I was thirsty and wanted to finally see some good-looking chicas that were immediately available. When I entered there were around 10 ladies sitting at the bar - to the point where there was nowhere for me to sit. There were 2 guys, neither of whom were talking to a girl. Overall, the ladies here were pretty good looking and I was willing to sit, have a beer and shop a little. In the process of being served my beer I asked the waiter to explain the setup. He explained that all money is paid to the establishment and he was talking about a lot of money. He quoted about 250k - 300k for 1.5 - 2 hours (yikes) or 450k, 480k, 500k for tln (zoinks!!). I thanked him and was left to drink and look. Well I have a little rule (that applies worldwide). I will not pay for sex any amount equal to or exceeding the freaking withdrawal limit at local ATMs. And since the limit at the ATMs in Laquito is normally 300k, Isis and I had a disconnect. I should mention that as about a half hour passed, the chica supply in the bar grew to about around 16 and the dude demand fell to 1. Granted, it was early still. One of the last chicas that appeared was a really nice-looking light-skinned, red head with just the right sort of curves. I spoke to her on my way out and introduced myself, her name was Carolina. Overall, I liked what I saw at Isis... 'lil Damnpants definitely liked what he saw (I'd say that if the prices were halved I would've been interested in as many as 5 of the ladies... and that's being pretty picky). I just hated what I heard. I may return with the idea of trying to talk to girls about a daytime hookup. Who knows maybe the price might come down if I just keep showing up an drinking a beer.

I walked around the corner and poked my head in Tu Candela, finding it a nice looking place with a lot of servers but I was probably an hour or two early to expect any customers. I left and hailed a cab back to Laguito. I'm sure I'll be back to TC, but night #1 is destined to be an early night since I had to wake so early for my flight.

Finally, 10:45 and I'm walking up to LDV. As I entered I'd say the chica/gringo count was 14/8. Not good enough since there were few that interested me. No worries though, I was there to stay. The chica/gringo count continued to grow at a rate of maybe 2/1, so the situation was getting better.

Within 15 minutes, who walks in? None other than the pretty spinner from Riquisimo's (not the drop. dead. gorgeous. chica, but the one I made eyes with)! And wait, she was alone. Alright, yay. So far I had just been sitting to myself at one of the side tables with a good view of the door and bar. I immediately got up and got the introductions out of the way, she returned to my table with me and I ordered her a drink (no crazy chica drinks here... the bar is just a bar, thank God). Caroline and I talked. She remembered me. That dude was just a friend... a gringo friend whom she had never so much as kissed(I believed her 70%). We joked about this and that. She reached for my hand, I was having a pretty good time even if she still seemed a little professional (she is, after all, a professional). Actually, there was a pretty good vibe between us... my hopes were on the rise. Eventually, I told her that I wanted her to come back to my apartment. She agreed and the negotiations began. Now I must say that I was willing to bend more than some because I have a fear that harsh negotiations might spill into the service later on. She offered 1 hour for 250k. Really? I countered that I wanted her to stay longer and asked about tln. She declined tln and then offered 2 hours for 200k. Somehow (and I need to work on this part of my game, y'all keep me honest) this offer sounded worlds better than the first, so we had an agreement. Out the door, hand in hand. (side note: As we left, LDV was slam full of ladies... I would be surprised if there were less than 45. Plenty of dudes too, but there were some very doable girls who weren't talking to anyone. Yay.)

Back at Mirador, she had to present her ID for security to record. Good. Waiting for the elevator, I kissed her and BAM! We were making out like a couple that had been together for two days (the making out was still hot, but no "scrumpin'" yet). Once in the apartment, we shared a couple of Aguilas and talked some more, kissed some more. Then, off with the clothes. Did I mention this girl has really nice tits? I mean, small spinner with big tits. Yay for me. We make out with plenty of caressing and dry humping, she's really wet. And then, she reaches for a rubber. Dangit. All this and no BBBJ. Sheesh. I wasn't mad, just disappointed. I should say (and this is a topic I just posted in CTG Q&A as well) that I did not protest... the mood was still really nice. Anyway, one thing led to another (that'll be my code for bumping uglies... other than the BJ thing, I don't thing this will be much of a blow by blow report) and pop #1 was really nice. We laid together talking, drinking and kissing until after quite a while one of the kisses turned into more of one thing leading to another (no BJ at all this time, though this is not on her). Again she was more than ready when we got down to business... I (naively?) think that she may have liked me a little bit. So 2 pops in right at 2 hours and she was ready to go. I walked her back downstairs and put her in a taxi. As she left she gave me her telephone number and asked when she would see me again. As bad as it sounds (to me, not to you fellas) the BJ thing was an issue and the price was not exactly right (one of the problems with not negotiating well up front), so I was probably a bit lukewarm, but told her that I was sure we would see each other soon and, if not, I would call her. So concludes Day 1:

Caroline de LDV:
spinner
paisa
face: 7
body: 9 (really nice tits, and I like them spinners)
service: 7 (I'm stuck on the BBBJ issue, otherwise this is much higher)
repeat: I want to say probably, but I'm stuck on maybe... in the back of my mind I'm already wary that this could be unpleasant in LDV later in my trip. eg, tomorrow

Resolutions:
Negotiate price up front. And do so until I'm happy and can be happy later. This will be tough. I'm a pushover but in the long run, coming to a mutually agreeable price will maximize good vibes.

BBBJ: I'm not worried yet. Wait, yes I am.

Return to Isis... if for nothing more than to look and chat at the ladies.

Get a cell phone. This was always a part of the plan. I've already got one number.

Day 2:

I woke way too early today if I ever intend to hit the clubs late (8am, jeez). I am considering forcing myself to session with two girls tonight, one after the other or just keeping my ass in a bar somehow until 3 in the morning. I really want to see the true nightlife here, both pro and regular folk. And the weekend quickly approaches.

I devoted the morning to further stocking the fridge and wandering around on foot quite a bit more. I stopped and had a sort of sandwich at Loco Gringo. I was sort of interested in seeing a place built for the non-Spanish speaking. I had a pretty good shredded chicken sandwich and some sort of local fruit soda. I think I also may have avoided my first gringo surcharge as they were charging tourists $5 USD per beer and my meal came to basically the same amount. Maybe I'm just screwing up the math, but it can't hurt to chat up the shop girls, right?

The girls at the restaurant gave me directions to the Tigo cellular center in Bocagrande and I made that my post-lunch mission. I found the place pretty easily and the phone was, at least in my view, cheap. I bought a basic little Motorola and plenty of airtime for a hair under 50k. My Spanish is good enough to use up 90 minutes in 5 days.

Afterward I headed to the beach, hoping (well practically assuming) to find a nice young lady for an afternoon roll in the sack. Well, Tony cannot be missed. As soon as my feet hit sand, the surprisingly short guy was headed right for me. I told him that I was going to be walking the beach for a bit, but that I would probably be back... as any tout does, the promotions immediately kicked in despite my virtual guarantee of promised patronage in a few minutes. He offered me chairs for free if I bought a drink. I told him that sounded good, but I would be back soon.

The beach was full of people this Thursday afternoon. It was pretty clear to me that not many of them were available chicas nor dudes in-search-of. I was a bit let down, but after walking the beach a bit relented and let Tony fix an umbrella and a couple of chairs.

Ahh, to be in the shade in Cartagena is to realize that it is really freaking hot everywhere else. Tony came to me after a few minutes presenting a dark-skinned skinny chica who was just not attractive (her face just was not working), so I did not accept her company. Over the next hour and a half something happened that sort of amazed me. Tony could not find a chica for me. Really? He was walking back and forth, clearly working on it. He talked with the massage lady about a cellular number of someone, but couldn't get through. I was getting pretty worried. I mean, this was the one thing that I did not question. Tony was having trouble finding someone just to throw at me. He even showed me his book. I scanned it and there were only 8 or so girls in it... none of the names that I might recognize. I told him that I had to see and talk to a girl before I could say whether I was interested.

Finally he came through. He called me to walk with him, that he had a couple of blondes for me to check out. I agreed that they were both nice looking and asked him to talk to one for me (Paulina). She agreed to come have a beer at my tent. So we talked for a while. She was telling me how beautiful my eyes were, there seemed to be a pretty good vibe (and no other options). So we discussed returning to my place. She agreed, but let me know that I would have to pay her for sex... hmmm, ok. So we return to my weakness: negotiations. I asked her how much she had in mind and that I wanted to spend a few hours together. She bashfully offered up $300k, though she appeared to be a bit ashamed as she was saying the words. I replied that it was my second day in CTG, not my first. She laughed and countered with $200k. For some reason, I did not even hesitate. (Now I think I have the shit-talking aspect of negotiations under control, but methinks I can do a better job with the numbers game). We were off.

I will note that Tony did not try to overcharge me for the drinks and umbrella... everything was at agreed-upon prices. He did ask for a commission for Paulina and I agreed only because she was not one of his girls and I later made sure to tell her not to pay him. So my first experience with Tony was reasonably good in terms of ripoff crap yet pretty droopy when it comes to chica selection. Am I in some sort of bizarro Cartagena?

Back at the apartment, I made us a couple of Cuba Libres and we hung out at the jacuzzi (pickings were slim when it came to apartments and I'm a sucker for jacuzzis). She laid in the sun for a while and I helped her with lotion and beat her into the jacuzzi (who's paying who, right?). We talked and kissed a bit... not nearly as passionate as last night. I already had a little bit of buyer's remorse but I also had a lot of firm, tan paisa laying nude in front of me... somehow I made it work. After a while she joined me in the water where we got even nakeder and did a lot of humpin'. Oh goodie, my first awesome BJ is going to take place while my feet hang in the jacuzzi. Dangit, no... at least not yet. It turns out that Paulina is a one of the super-careful chicas. I couldn't help but be disappointed. The passion with Caroline that helped compensate for the presence of latex between tongue and cock was simply not there with this girl. Passion and BBBJ, one without the other can still be good. If both are absent, it's going to be average at best. Well, one thing led to another. I decided that this sort of sex wasn't worth it for a second go-round, but we did hang out an chat for a while. She gave me her phone number and walked down the street with me as I went in search of more supplies... you can't have enough in the fridge. Eventually I decided to turn back and go to a minimercado that we had already passed. So we parted ways there.

***Paulina seemed to be interested in remaining with me even though there were no signs that she enjoyed being with me (like there were with Caroline). I am a sort of economist, so this tells me a couple of things may be at work:
A) A gringo in hand is better than whatever waits at LDV (I did, after all, just pay her $200k for one pop and some hot-tubbin').
B) There are probably a lot more sellers than buyers in this market... despite no chicas on the beach.
C) I paid too much (meaning she would've gone lower and been fine with it).

Paulina de la playa:
tall paisa
face: 7
body: 8
service: 5 (this feels low, but I'm hopeful that future chicas will put her to shame)
repeat: I don't see how... though she is probably going to want to talk at LDV.

Resolutions for tonight:
Damn. Pants. You can negotiate better than this.

BBBJ: worried enough that I posted on CH to get some help. Add this item to the negotiations per the advice of legendary CH'ers SF4dfish & Merlin. I mean, at this point I realize how disappointing it is to bring back someone who won't do BBBJ, so it might as well be a deal-breaker up front.

Return home tonight with someone other than Paulina (no problem) or Caroline (she could give me pause)... because I bet they're going to stop by my table. I don't want anything ugly or sexually disappointing to come of this. I will probably just have to have the BBBJ conversation with Paulina.

Holy $hit - Spirit Airlines is offering return flights to Cartagena for $18?????? Go check it out NOW!!!!

LOL, WNOSE "we interrupt this trip report for an important announcement from our sponser.." :-) But the outgoing fares are $1000 (just kidding) Awesome news and hopefully they'll be flying out of Canada soon.

Damnpants, very good read, I enjoy your writing style. It really is a Buyer's market in CTG and things must have changed as 200K for a beach girl is on the high side, considering that some (Not All) of these beach gals would take 70K-100K. Try walking away from the deal when the gal asks for 150K and the vast majority will call you back. Also, further west from Tony are other less notable touts who will negotiate for you -- pick a cutie out suntanning and tell the tout to do his thing (I enjoy approaching the gals myself when they are alone).

In Laguito, Riquisimos is always a good place to park and ogle the women walking by. Likely to get lucky. Also, ICafe's are good as the chicas swing by there and its easy to start a conversation with a captive audience. A bit further north (3 or 4 blocks) is a convenience store where many working gals will hangout as well. Be sure to check out the asssorted beachside restaurants, El Muelle restuarant at midnight w/a gal and a beer is a must.

Great report thus far. I am a lot less patient that you. I can understand a girl not wanting to do BBFS as its her health at stake and its risky for any prostitute BUT I refuse to let a girl do a covered BJ. Even in TJ when a girl offers a covered BJ, I just refuse and get to fuckin'. Next time that happens tell them that they can either give you a BBBJ and get the agreed upon money or leave without any sexual contact and get taxi money. Very tough to negotiate bareback services prior to taking the girl, especially in front of her friends.

Any photos of the girls? I have a feeling during your trip, we can compare some of the same chicas.

As for the $88 each way to CTG from LAX, the problem is the $121 in taxes....totally fucked. Would rather pay a couple hundred more and get the miles. Now $18 from Ft. Lauderdale is amazing and mongers who live in that town are th luckiest motherfuckers on earth. I see $18RT fares all the time to 8 different mongering destinations.

DP:

Great report, I like how you report that you are constantly grading yourself on your negotiation/selection skills and having constant second thoughts. Me too, although I find that repeat trips to a location allows you to know the score and get past this.

But all of my first trips are filled with stories of hard to find locations, and disappointment with the selection first, and often the choice I make second.

See my report on my FKK visits or the recent one to Jakarta for how I stumbled around. Although I included this in the reports I didn't have as much style as you. Looking forward to the next chapter.

I had a massage girl ask for 200K a few weeks ago. No lo creo.

Try hanging around the Loco Gringo and the Israeli Restaurant more.

Several girls work the area of your building and live in the building next to yours, Atlantis. Julia's Restaurant across the street is a good place to hang looking for them. There are maybe 5 or 6 girls at various times. Claudia and Tatiana are must dos. They are happy with 80K. Claudia regularly does BBBJ.

Day 2 (cont.):

I decided to beat it out of El Laguito for dinner and to check out the centro bars a bit more. I had a decent (nothing special) meal at one of the outdoor places in Plaza Santo Domingo... I loved the atmosphere and people-watching there. I am getting used to the "tout-economy" here. I mean, hell, even the waitresses at these restaurants are touting their place over the others every chance they get... to the point that it slows down service for the customers they have already captured.

When I finished dinner it was already a few minutes passed 11pm, so I wandered around a bit more back to the area around Isis and Tu Candela. By the time I poked my head in TC there were enough people inside to crowd the back area surrounding the bar... maybe 30 total (around 50/50 gender split). I vowed to return... everyone here (in the game) tells me about Tu Candela. I decided not to even venture into Isis... I needed to get my negotiation skills in order prior to going into such a money-sucking environment.

Just outside of TC, I ran into the taxi driver that took me to Isis yesterday, let's call him Umberto. We chatted for a bit about Isis and the prices. He agreed that it was insane (he liked the ATM rule) and I ran my plan to discuss daytime hookups with the girls from the club. He thought it had merit and would work... actually he seemed rather certain of it. Instead he suggested I go to Bannanas, a club about a block northwest from TC where the chicas were not used to gringo pricing. The club had no customers and maybe 8-10 girls, of whom a couple were doable. I liked one (Karen) enough to call her over. She was a skinny mulatta from Barranquilla. We talked for just a bit, before I suggested we leave. I opened with 80k (I had almost forgotten how to pronounce numbers under 100!) and she countered with 150k... we ended up agreeing on 100k for a couple of hours and off we went. There was a salida (dangit) of 20k to the bar that surprised me. I also tipped Umberto 10k. I have to admit, I would never have found this place without Umberto, so I didn't mind giving him a tip.

In the cab across town and back at the apartment, we talked a lot more than we had in the bar (honestly it was a bit too loud for conversation in one's second language). Karen was a little nervous but was getting more comfortable as we talked about her kid, CTG, B/Q and Colombia in general (btw, by now my Spanish is coming back to me and that can only help my confidence as I explore more). We found a radio station playing a mix of music and danced for half an hour or so. She seemed to be having fun (I was), but was still nervous at times... I don't think she sees a lot of gringo clients.

Eventually, we hit the sack. And finally... even without asking for it beforehand (I was working under the assumption that since she was a more local chica, she would be more accommodating) our hero got his first BBBJ from a colombiana. Thank you, thank you all...

Then one thing led to another and a pretty passable "roll in the hay" was had. Through it all though, Karen was still not totally comfortable and I couldn't help but be conscious of this. So, we chatted a bit more I decided to let her go as it was approaching 2am and I had a hankerin' to continue my search for a better lay. I put her in a taxi back to the old city and walked down to LDV.

Karen de Bananas
mulatta spinner
Barranqilla
Face: 7
Body: *6 (in the bar, this number was closer to 8... but time and a needy child had taken their toll on her breasts)
Service: 7 (a bonus for being my first provider of BBBJ makes up for being a bit nervous, even after a pretty decent hangout beforehand)
Repeat: No, too many fish in the sea.

On to LDV, at something like 2:30. From previous readings, I expected the place to be empty. Nope, the place was still busy... girl/guy ratio was in the 2/1 - 3/1 area. I ran into a guy I met on the plane down to CTG... we laughed for a bit and swapped stories about girls we had already been with (his night #1 and my beach paisa) who were now within 10 feet of us again. I swapped smiles with Paulina, but she didn't approach (this was easier than I anticipated, yay).

I have to admit that I was not in a perfect frame of mind for some reason. I should have just had a drink and left for my apartment. Alas, I am still figuring out exactly how I fit into this hobby so I proceeded to make a classic LDV-type bar mistake. A chica walking passed me and my new bud stopped, told me how cute I was and proceeded to stay in nice and close... chatting, laughing... all the cute stuff. She never left my side.

Now the "fish in the sea" rule needs to kick in for me at this point but it doesn't. Somewhere along the way, my bud left the bar... so we went next door to look for him in the casino. I had every intention of helping him talk to a girl if he wanted as he speaks zero spanish (I was also hoping to negotiate for him... you know, learn with someone else's money. I was thinking it would be a win-win and y'all know I could use the practice). We couldn't find him... no big deal. Now this whole time I was realizing in the back of my mind that this girl is the prototypical "aggressive bar chica" and that I should probably move on. To top it off, just outside of LDV who did we see? Caroline. She was looking at me in a disappointed way... I pretended not to see her, but I felt guilty. Not just towards her but sort of to myself. Of course, I didn't do the right thing and dump the aggressive girl (also named Karen)... I just went with the flow. This included having a quick beer at the bar next to LDV (which seems to always be empty) and then walking back to Mirador. Interestingly, no propositions or negotiations so far...

Well, we hung out for a while and had a drink before taking a shower together... even while showering though, this Karen was not as affectionate as I would've expected. Hmmm... I know I'm going to have a really good time one of these go-rounds. Anyway, we hit the bed (by now it's 5am) and one thing led to another. Afterwards, I was sufficiently pooped to call it a night and we fell asleep together. TLN, no negotiations... this could be interesting come the morning. On one hand, its fine... but I don't want this girl to go the route of novia (unlikely) or more likely ask me for 300k in the morning (I'm going to give her 150k without saying much and we'll see what happens). As I sit now, she's still asleep and I am about to kick us both out of the apartment. After all, I've got tourist things to do and I'm betting that Tony will be able to come through better if I return to the beach.

Karen de LDV:
Morena from some town near the Venezuelan border
Face: 6 (I let myself down here, buds...)
Body: 7 (getting a little loose with time... I bet this really incents a chica to become the aggressive chica)
Service: 6 (Again, I just didn't feel it... as for BBBJ, I'm going to try a trick and not bring it up in the reports anymore, hoping that the problem has fixed itself... though I remain committed to putting it into future negotiations. But trust me, if my good run stops, you'll read about it).
Repeat: No, this is the first one that I regret. She is going to bother me in LDV if and when I return... that's practically a fact.

I know I'm filling the report with a lot of self-criticism, but beleive me when I say that I am enjoying myself. I like exploring. I know it takes time to get to know any scene and I like the sense that I'm exploring and learning a little here and there.

Resolutions:
Negotiation school continues... I think this should be priority number one for a while

Give Tony another try.

When in a bar, make my first move to find a chica for the next day and then move on to tonight's action.

See some touristy stuff.

Keep an eye out for the Laguito girls that TomTom33 has mentioned.

Love the report and your style of writing.

CTG is real hit and miss and you really will take your lumps on your first trip as I did.

Listen to your instincts and dont be so passive with the girls. They are used to real macho types who tell them what they should do, not the other way around. There is a way to take their control away and crack their shell while joking with them so as not to offend them but it takes time. If you want to get a good session, watch the girl interract with her friends and other potential customers and then pick her at a later date. Don't think with your dick on Cialis. If you need to rub one out to clear the baby batter from your brain, then maybe thats whats necessary. Beer+baby batter in the brain= bad decisions against your better judgment.

The one thing that I really hated about CTG is that the night scene doesnt really start until 11pm at the earliest. My clock is just not conditioned to stay out till 4am every night as I have to be in court by 8am most days. For me, the day beach scene is the best value.

Blazers,
I hear you about the late nights. I definitely gave it a go and paying for it today. This apartment gets a ton of morning light and it has proven impossible so far to sleep like I would need to in order to maintain the kind of schedule I would like to. Don't get me wrong, I really like it here at night (especially wandering el centro) staying up past 2am with any frequency is going to kill me.

Of course the ladies who do this every night have no problem whatsoever...

Revision / Update:

Karen de LDV (the second Karen):
Service: Was "6" --> Now "8"

Though the morning changed none of the characteristics about Karen that should've kept me from taking her in the first place (e.g. I hadn't really checked her out, she wasn't my type - beauty-wise), she gave me a real workout once she finally woke up... in the shower, on the toilet, in the living room. Yay.

I still don't have any desire to repeat with her and this is going to be a problem in LDV. She has my cell and is going to call sooner rather than later, I bet. We'll get this worked out, but bad vibes are 'round the corner.

As far as the business end of the transaction goes, it was old school. Money was never mentioned until after I put it in her purse, she found it as she was beginning to broach the subject. She never counted it. A glimpse into the good old days, no? She even paid for her own taxi! Holy crap.

I'm off to the beach now to give Tony another shot after walking around on my own. The beach is the only place where the touts (and massagistas) still bother me... but at least I get to practice my 1000 yard stare and I can now say "No, gracias" as if espanol is my native tongue. Silver linings fellas, there everywhere.

Day 3 (daytime):

Well, the day started as good as any so far with Karen lighting on fire in the morning and taking care of me in a big way. With that, I didn't make it out on the street until almost 2pm. I had a pretty good lunch at the Israeli joint beside Loco Gringo and afterward wen to the beach. Again, rather miraculously, Toni did not find me... I think he wasn't on the beach at the time. I walked up and down for a while and only saw two girls whom I was sure were working and I wasn't feeling it.

Then I ran into Dimas (Toni's nephew... at least that's what they say). I told Dimas that I didn't want a chair on the main part of the playa and instead I sort of forced us over to one of the bars that all of the touts work out of. I told him that I was fine sitting there and was really only interested in meeting a chica... it was already something like 4:00 and I had already been on the beach for about an hour. He, amazingly was fine with that, though a beer from him was a bit more costly than from his uncle (Toni really didn't stick it to me yesterday... I was up front with him about prices and he talked himself into giving me the chairs).

The first lady Dimas brought over... eh, not-so-much. I had already had some spirited sex, so I needed someone who was positively cute. This is sort of tough to communicate, because I don't really care at all about skin color or hair or height (the easy stuff for a tout to scour for), I was after someone affectionate and fun with a cute smile. I left it at (but in spanish, of course), "I'd like a girl who is really caring (carinosa?) and a bit cuter."

Well Dimas delivered, at least for the moment. The second girl (Laura) was a super cutie... pretty dark skinned morena from B/Q who was really fun to chat with and within a drink we had kissed a little and decided to return to my apartment.

The first real negotiations in 24 hours follow:
L: 150k for 1 hour...
DP: 150k is a lot of cash...
L: (makes resisting face)
DP: But, I would rather spend more time with you, how about a couple of hours?
L: (resisting) well, I can stay 1.5 hours but let me go tell my friends...
DP: Ok. (done deal, I'm happy with it... she is really cute)
--L returns--
L: Ok. My friends are going to wait for me here for 1 hour.
DP: Eh? We said 1.5 hours. Is this not ok? I think I'll just go.
L: No, no. Ok, let me go tell my friends that I'll be longer.
--DP waits... and waits, who shows up? Toni!--
(Toni and I talk, I tell him that Dimas stepped in in his place and delivered. Toni is pissed at his nephew, Dimas really wants Toni to stop talking to me... I just want Laura. I interrupt their fighting to ask about her and someone else (another tout) tells Dimas that my girl is not coming, she's found a guy that is going to pay 300k. Sheesh. Toni and Dimas argue some more. I didn't really try to listen but it seemed the conversation changed from fighting over my business to Toni giving Dimas a poorly received lecture on the finer points of ensuring customer happiness.
Toni then did something unexpected, he offered me Laura's number to call her (she was right there with the other dude). They were both thinking I would outbid for Laura's services and order would be restored. Hmmm... no. No ebay on the beach for me. I did, however, call Laura as I tried to walk away from the 1st family of touting:
L: Hola?
DP: This is DP... what happened?
L: This guy is going to give me 300k for 2 hours (in a provocative tone... the guy is just sitting there looking away... there are some lines I won't cross and stealing another man's chica right in front of him is not for me).
DP: Well, that's good for you?
L: Yeah (sounding a little apologetic, and disappointed)...
DP: I'll call you later but I can't be an ATM like him ok? I'll see you later...
L: Call me tomorrow.
--end small saga--

In between continuing to scold Dimas, Toni continued to talk to me about girls, but I persistently declined. It just seemed like the beach was shutting down. I think I need to do this earlier. That, or I need to do something about lining up girls from previous encounters or meetings in the club. This is going to be a goal for tonight.

I just headed back home. A nap would do me well anyway. I have hung out and wandered quite a bit on the main drag in Laguito, between the Hilton and LDV and really have not seen a lot of working girls during the day. There was a very pretty, short haired mid-20's lady sitting drinking Aguilas in the Israeli restaurant but by the end of my meal she was talking to two pretty old fellas who seemed to be local and it looked like they were discussing normal (read: not sex) business. When I walked by after the beach she was still sitting in the same area, but outside the internet cafe next to the restaurant. She never so much as returned any eye contact, so I can only assume she's not a working (this time I mean sex) girl. She was beautiful, though. There's a lot of that going on in Colombia, I've noticed... you know, beautiful women.

On my way back to the apartment Karen called twice. I didn't pick up. It sucks that I'm just not that attracted to her, because she was the type of tiger in the sack that we all come looking for. I'll have to face this one at LDV. That reminds me, I am going to send Caroline (1st night, is out of town for today and tomorrow but is going to return tomorrow night) a text just to get communication going. The BBBJ thing would've been one thing, but she looked pretty pissed last night as Karen grabbed me at LDV.

Resolutions:
Dimas was alright, but he runs the expected tout ripoffs hard... its just too tedious since Toni seems to be willing to be more reasonable.

I'm headed to the beach early tomorrow just to see if there's a big difference.

I'll call Laura, but she's used up any rope that I have to give. Things with here will be on my terms.

Jeesh, 300K! no wonder the beach gals are so jaded these days. That's unheard of and the other dude should be tarred and feathered. Rest assured he'll never get any pussy in CTG from here on for less than 300K a pop, the dude's a marked man in a small town. Only bad thing is that word of stunts like this travels fast, unfortunately for all of us.

Seems like you would have had this cutie for 150K 2 hrs. I've been in a similar situation, and as my carsalesman advises, stress the urgency of the situation and don't let the gal up for air to bounce off ideas with anyone. Once she agreed to 150 and 1 hr, I would have led the girl by the hand and have her wave to her friends.

Hard to draw the line in the sand while you're horny, but at least you won't be a marked man like the other dude. I'm sure you'll have future visits and they'll get better for sure.

BTW: Tony has a big family, half the little pints on the beach must be Tony's, I think Tony has about 4 "wives". :-)

Day 3 (the rest):

Well, I sent Caroline that text and she immediately called me back. Turns out she did not go to Medellin after all. She seemed pissed about the other night but happy to hear from me. I asked her to have dinner with me and she agreed to meet me in an hour. I had a few nice places (restaurants and bars) on my list that a friend from back home (non-hobbyist, as far as I know) recommended I visit. So Caroline and I had a nice seafood dinner (having a companion at night in the old city makes for a lot better time, in my book) and had a couple of drinks at Cafe Del Mar, which was quite a spectacle... high-end bar right on top of the walls. After that, she asked if we could go to a favorite disco of hers that was nearby. It was a medium-sized multi-room club playing electronic music. There were only about 12 people there; a lot younger than me (I'm 30). I would've preferred a crowd, but it was nice to see how the regular kids play. Anyway, the vibe was really good and I was enjoying C’s company. While I expected that this was obvious, she verified on a couple of different occasions that I, in fact, wanted her to come back to my apartment… who knows, maybe I’ve got a good poker face.

Back at the apartment, we cracked a couple of beers and then a couple more, all the while listening to a cd that she had one of the dj’s make for her. One thing, of course, led to another. The reader will recall that C was my first chica and the fact that she did not do BBBJ set off a mini-panic that lasted the better part of 24 hours. At this point, I’m hoping that some wining, dining and dancing will bridge the gap… nope. Mind you, no BBBJ was even in order for round 1, we had worked each other up bigtime. But round 2 came and the condom came out before any bj. I was disappointed, but while I could’ve been more forceful, I just liked the atmosphere we had going on. However the condom was not kind to my little friend, so I just decided to give up. I rolled over and was really ready for some sleep… it was something like 3am and I had only slept just a few hours the night before.

She would have none of it though! She started a little humping and in the process of one thing leading to another, no condom was ever involved. What? Really?!? No BBBJ, but BBFS? Well… ok! The night progressed and another couple of rounds ensued. Finally, she let me rest.

Caroline de LDV:
spinner
paisa
face: 7
body: 9 (really nice tits, and I like them spinners)
service: 9 (from the lady that brought us my BBBJ freakout… the most sex I’ve ever had in such a compact period of time)
repeat: Really, really probably.

Day 4 (daytime):

God, this schedule is really different from what I’m used to… We slept until noon, at which time we went at it again (covered this time… I had recovered so all was well). It was clear that she didn’t want to leave. Both throughout last night and in the morning, she was bustin’ my balls about other girls… especially the one from LDV. Since her phone ran out of minutes the night before, she borrowed mine to make some calls and helped ensure I would have to work for it the next time I tried to track down anyone but her she deleted all of the girl’s numbers from my phone (also, Toni’s… I guess his name looked feminine enough). Smartly, she also deleted all of my calls from the phone’s log. Well, looks like I have a novia now… with both the good and the bad.

I told her that I wanted to go it alone (sort of true) for the afternoon. I was and still am genuinely torn between hanging out with her for the rest of the evenings here and trying to get a couple more free nights to sample the more abundant night action. It doesn’t help that I’ve hit a little wall and am a little fucked-out after last night. For the time being though, I know I want her to leave me be. As she gets dressed, I put some money in her purse… none was ever discussed, but this had been a night to remember (even without BBBJ).

It was almost 3pm (too late again, dangit) before I wandered down to the beach. I had no intentions of staying… I didn’t even put on sunscreen. I just wanted to get Laura’s number and the number of another girl that a CH’er recommended, both of which I was sure Toni would have. I hadn’t walked 50 feet down Hollywood Beach before our favorite tout found me. After exchanging pleasantries, Toni apologized again for yesterday’s spectacle and started to look around. I quickly told him that I didn’t come to stay on the beach, just to get some numbers from him and in the spirit of good business and him to continue to charge me reasonable rates, I would give him a tip for the numbers whether I ended up meeting the girl(s) or not. He took me back from the beach and sat down with me at a little table and left me with his book, using a little New Testament as a paperweight (perfect, right?). As he was walking away (to get another customer a drink) he pointed out a girl that was in the book, but whom I had not mentioned… I copied her number down as well. This time I wrote the numbers down on paper… in case the Caroline-phone purging happens again. As I got up, I gave Toni his tip and called Laura… I got voicemail and hung up. Just then, who do I spot under an umbrella? Yep, Laura. I walked up to three ladies and four chairs. I sat and we chatted about yesterday’s events. She was apologetic, but logically explained that the guy was offering a lot of money for essentially the same work on her end. We both used the term ATM… I guess it is universal. I told her, just as I did yesterday that I understood that part but did not like that she left me after we had a deal in place. She proposed that she make it up to me in the way that ladies in her line of work remedy things… but she started at 250k. I moved forward in my seat, as I was about to walk saying that I was fine with yesterday’s deal (still true), but this is crap. She grabbed me and said “ok”, apologizing again… talk is cheap, eh?

On the walk back to the apartment we talked about prices and the business end of things. Just like that she took a call from a guy; telling him that she would return in a couple of hours… please wait. Well, Johnny-on-the-spot! This guy apparently was going to pay her 500k! Really? Really. (***on one of the other boards, there was pretty adamant post about price inflation here. I know I’m new to the area and am green when it comes to negotiations, but I really think prices are higher in most of the typical venues [the beach, ldv, probably the other discos] than we’ve all grown accustomed to reading about. If I’m wrong: good for everyone else… I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it eventually. But I think I’m right on this.)
Upstairs one thing led to another a couple of times and a good time was had. I mean, she wasn’t the best… but she accommodated everything I asked for except CIM. Did I mention that I’m getting fucked out? Actually, this girl’s technique was lacking… she was passionate enough and we were having a good time joking around before, during and after sex… but her oral skills were average (mind you, she did as I asked her) and I give her moves no more than a 6. She is cute, though. Afterwards (and I told her she could leave as we cleaned up from round 2, well shy of 2 hours… though she remained a chatted some more), I walked her back to the beach, where she was sure her 500k man would await. Over the course of our time we talked a lot about the business here. When asked, she said that a good, but not abnormal, day for her brings back around 900k! She also told me that the girls at Tu Candela would often start at 500k for 1 or 2 hours… and a lot of guys just say yes. As she talked more, she opened up and talked about how hard the work was for her. (I should disclaim that we also talked a lot about how I liked to partake of a lot of different girls & that my girl from last night may be on the verge of becoming more girlfriend-like… so she was not trying to pry her way into my heart for a similar bf-gf setup. Once at the edge of the beach, I bid her good luck with her next ATM (reminding her that I was just a little-ATM (sounds better in Spanish… I love making up words when I can only speak the language at a 20% clip). As we left, she reminded me to call her soon. I will talk to her at length anytime I run across her… in fact, I liked talking to her more than any other girl I’ve met here (I wouldn’t hesitate to hit the town with her)… but the sex just wasn’t there.

Laura (on the second try):
Morena from Barranquilla
Face: 8 (others might not go this high, but her smile just did it for me)
Body: 7 (taller than I like, but well built)
Service: 6 (for the first time in Colombia, I was really demanding, though always in a charming way mind you, with this one and she said no only to CIM. Even though she was game for it all, there was something about the whole experience that didn’t work as well as I would’ve liked. Who knows, maybe this would be a 7 or 8 if I hadn’t popped half a dozen times in the previous 12 hours…)
Repeat: As I said, I would happily hang out with her… I wouldn’t mind going dancing or whatever, but “friends outside of the game” sounds better to me than another 2 hours at 150k right now.

As I post this, it’s almost 7 and I have to scratch my head and decide on tonight’s plan of attack. I want to hang out with Caroline, but we might have to have a talk.

Either way, the last couple of days (even with the Laura fiasco from the day before) have been a blast and I continue to feel more and more comfortable here.

Man, I am loving your stories from the beaches of Cartagena. Your doing alright as far as I am concerned.

Jeez... I gotta watch out for that crazy coding thing that happened with the last post. Sorry fellas.

Day 4 (the rest):

I decided to call Caroline and spend another night with her on the town, though I was dog-tired and a little wary of where this was going. We ended up deciding to go for drinks later in the evening. During drink #1 I proposed the following plan:
---I really want to get some sleep, so let?s go back to my apartment in a little while.
---Caroline, if she wants, can hit the town afterwards without me (she is two things after all? Colombiana [so she?s used to going out until 4am or later] & a working girl who?s not getting paid her usual while she?s shacked up with me [we all have to make a living, eh?]).
---I also want to wake up early Sunday and see the town, realizing that a lot of the tourist stuff might be closed, but I?m running out of time.
---We will have another early night Sunday night and go to Las Islas all day Monday (my last day in town).

She likes the plan; though she doesn?t know whether she wants to stay with me or go out (she gets a lot of calls from one girlfriend in particular who wants to hit the dance floor hard). Ok, good. A drink or two later, we catch a taxi back to Laguito. Of course, the police have the checkpoint going in full glory (this was my second time, I think? maybe the third). They see I?m a gringo, so we have to be searched? other cars are just waived through.

But this stop was going to be a bit more of an adventure. I was shaken down fine, though for the first time they really looked closely at the contents of my pockets (fine with me, whatever). So I was fine. Caroline: ?notsomuch?. I saw them pull a little plastic bag with a couple of pills from her bag (C?mon? if I?m going to be around drug problems in Colombia, can?t it at least be cocaine? This is like the time I got shitfaced in a way-to-rural town in Mexico, not on tequila, but on Bacardi). Jeez, really. I?m immediately pissed off. Not visibly, mind you (remember, I?m Mr. Stoic), but pissed at her for getting me into whatever is about to go down. They take her into the little police building and leave me, attended, out by the street corner. I just watch the incoming cars get stopped.

The following episode was the most non-sex fun I?ve had in CTG so far. Hell, I don?t even know what would be second. One cop, Juan, told me that she had drugs (duh, but I was intent on playing dumb) but miraculously everything would be ok if I could pay a small fee (multa). I want to just walk off? this is a joke. The worst part is, I have a fairly massive wad of pesos in my wallet and I?m sure they?ve seen it. Screw it; I?m going to have fun with this. Now this guy was talking a lot faster than I?m able to understand at the kind of clip you want to when talking to a cop about drugs, but he is also full of shit. So I drug (jesus? no pun intended) things out by understanding everything he said except this important word he kept using (in a nice, quite voice) ?multa?.
Me: Sir, forgive me but I am a bit shaken by this and my Spanish is failing me? I think I understand you, but I don?t know this word: ?multa?. Can you explain it to me in the simplest terms? I?m so sorry.
Him: (in an increasingly quiet voice so no one around can hear) You need to pay something? how much money do you have?
-----for some reason, I think of the beach touts (wink). It?s just the culture of this town, eh?-----
Me: I don?t really know? how much is this ?multa?? (still talking to him as if this is some sort of official business)
Him: It depends (wow, I wish speeding tickets worked like this in the US!). Normally it is around 400k. (I should just go to Isis and fuck a model?)? how much do you have on you (he?s very insistent this time, though still almost whispering)?
Me: Wow! That?s a lot of money. I think I have around 200k in my wallet (this was dumb for me to say, but I think I had even more.). I went to an ATM just before hitting the town (the one beside Yogen Fruz has always worked for me? sometimes I have to try 5 or 6 times, but eventually my card has always scanned). But, sir, I really cannot remember how much I?ve already spent elsewhere.
Him: Ok, 200k (I?m really having fun now)?
Me: (Always in a loud-normal voice) Sir, listen. I?m very worried. I?m not sure if my Spanish is serving me well right now. And if I understand you correctly, I am going to be paying you here, not in some office. In my country this is far outside the law and if I would be in much more trouble than before. I?m scared of this.
Him: Look, let?s go into the room and you can put some money in the bathroom. After that, no more problems. How about 100k?
Me: (walking into the little bathroom) This has me really nervous. (Actually, I was tired of this and was ready to get it over with, so I relented and left 100k on a high shelf in the bathroom).

---Immediately afterwards sitting outside at the little table he opened a records book and made an ?x? with about half of a blank page above it. I protested, saying that I could not sign with blank space above (sure, I just paid this dude 100k, but he was not done working for it). He insisted. I signed and immediately crossed out the blank area above. He was exacerbated and began to write a very docile report on the other page. I was close enough that I could read it as he wrote (reading and comprehending Spanish, especially in this sort of format, is no problem at all for me). He made sure to ask for my name, country of origin and occupation and included that with a comment that I respectfully complied with all police investigations in a respectful way. We both (C & I) had to sign. (She was completely insolent by this point, telling them to just leave me alone? she didn?t realize that I was trying to give this fella a little grief in exchange for a lot of my money.) Afterward we were free to go. By this point I was acting like this all was going to get reported? I had asked to see his ID, and had time and again asked to speak again with captain of the station, each time being pulled back by Officer Juan. Officer Juan ensured me that the rest of my stay I would have no problems with him or his coworkers, that they were my true friends? Toni says the same thing. We began the short walk down to my apartment. Although I felt more and more in control of the situation after the first few minutes and was never really scared that anything worse than a bribe was on the menu, I was still pissed at Caroline.

On the walk back she told me that in the room, they offered to her to spilt the multa 4 ways? between 3 cops on a quarter for her. Drugs are a profitable business in Colombia, no? She protested; doing everything she could to get them to just let us go. That?s why they eventually took here down the street closer to LDV, so that I couldn?t hear her protests. All that said, I was pissed and tired and told her that I wanted to return to my apartment alone and that I was mad at her. ?Is this it, then?? she asked several times. I just didn?t know, and told her as much. She was upset and pissed right back at me and said that this was, in fact, ?it?. I put her in a taxi just short of my apartment.

Back upstairs, I really thought that I was going to bed? to sleep for more than 5 hours for the first time in almost a week. But I was too wound up by the excitement of the police encounter and the return of the possibility of meeting new girls? a freedom that I had decided to give up just hours earlier. So, like any good member of this board I went right back downstairs and grabbed a taxi for the Old City.

First I checked out Diva?s, knowing that I was just really dropping in. There were about 12, maybe even 15 ladies and just a couple of customers. I decided to sit down beside a Paisa with one of the prettiest faces I?ve seen (in the game, anyway) here. We talked for a while and bought her a drink (she never asked). But the night was young, so as I finished my whiskey I told her that it was early and I wanted to see more of the town. I asked for her number which she was more than happy to provide and I suggested that I may call her the next day or even later that night. She seemed very happy at this idea. Sorry I can?t report on prices, but my stance going forward is going to be to avoid discussing money until as late as possible. Given the lack of customers, I can?t imagine that the prices would have been out of line with LDV.

I went next door to Tu Candela and ran into my American friend from the ride down. We caught up a little. He was hard on the prowl, but I?ll say this: neither of us was that comfortable with the setup there, since there was at least one regular person for every working girl or potential client and us gringos were getting a ton of hard looks. I just felt sort of bad vibes? I loved the club though. I liked the mix of music they played and it had a nice atmosphere outside of the whole ?screw you gringos for being in our bar? vibe. I also saw Laura leaving with another victim. We swapped glances a couple of times and even after she was long past me she kept turning around to make eyes. Damn, this girl just has no respect for the dud she?s walking with! I?m not complaining, I?m just saying. To top it off, not two minutes later, she called me! She said that she would be at Electra in an hour and a half (poor guy, maybe the fact that she didn?t call later meant he actually got a decent roll in the hay with her). I still like this girl? why couldn?t the sex have been better?

My friend decided to head back with another dude/novia pair to LDV. That was the one place in this town I was not going to go. After all, Karen had been calling me several times a day (I just ignored) and there was a chance C would be there as well. I decided to check in on Isis to give it another chance. On my way there, a most pitiful old man with a crutch solicited me to go to Isis. Now I normally have a quick, firm ?no, gracias? for every one of these folks, but this guy looked pathetic and I was headed right for the place. So, I asked him if the club was going to give him something if he took me to the door. He confirmed and we continued to walk the 20 feet or so more. Sure enough, I saw one of the door guys slip him a couple of small bills (at least I did one nice thing tonight).

Isis was bumping significantly more than on my previous visit. There were at least 20 girls, seemingly all at least a 6 and most higher with some real tight bods mixed in. I?d guess that there were 6-8 customers, so the numbers game worked. I decided that I needed to keep up the good work and go slow. I walked all the way through the bar once then went to the shittiest bathroom I?ve been in here (and at a pretty nice looking club? huh). Upon returning, I took the only available slot at the bar (I was trying to discreetly look around, but was focusing on getting just the right drink). The drink prices are damn high here? explaining why guys don?t need a nice bathroom! I enjoyed my drink for a few minutes while just glancing here and there. I was looking for a stunner to discuss an afternoon date, since I already knew the prices. The girl sitting to my right got up and moved to the other end of the bar. As she walked away, it hit me? damn, this one was beautiful. And had been right under my nose for the better part of 10 minutes, but I was too busy looking around at the ladies who were further away. I got up and went over to her and accused her of abandoning me. She shot back playfully that I apparently wasn?t interested. We talked and danced. She danced all over me (this was a bit of a warning sign that maybe she was too hardcore) and was just so damn sensual. Eventually I asked her about coming back to my place (I know, I know? but this girl was driving me nuts). At first I was happily surprised at the low prices 150 for a couple of hours, 300 for the night (in comparison to the first quote I got here) but then I realized she was talking USD. Dangit. Some playful back-and-forth ensued and we ended up at 200k for a couple of hours since I really did want to wake up early and get going tomorrow (it really seemed like this offer was low for her, maybe it was an act, but if it was, I was completely fooled. Honestly, I would not expect to get the same deal in Isis again? she stopped for a long time at 250.). I agreed and paid the bartender. She had to get some sort of receipt. I asked and she very quietly told me that the house got 40k. I never asked about the cut for TLN? my bad fellas.

My god, every time I looked at this girl she got hotter. We made out in the cab. Her legs? jesus? her legs. She was young, her face was just right? her breasts perfectly perky. My. God.

(record screeches? but wait! I have to see my new friends in a minute! Just 4 hours after our first date) In an almost apologetic tone I ask Angie if she has any drugs, only because the cops are almost certainly going to stop us in Laguito and I?ve already had a run in tonight. She assures me that she doesn?t and I tell her that everything will be just fine. (resume groping, making out with the hotness-incarnate)

As soon as we pull up, one of the cops sees a gringo so they direct us to pull over. As soon as I get out of the cab, before Angie so much as moves from her seat I scan for Juan and shoot him a nice little stare, smiling of course (there?s never enough charm in the world, eh?). Juan, just like Toni would do, returns with a brilliant, smiling ?amigo!?. Unlike Toni, he immediately signals to let us go and bother us no more. Well, at least he?s a decent crooked cop. Angie and the taxista loved the little scene. As we pulled up to my building a minute later, I asked the taxi driver ?how much? and he waved me off, laughing as he had ever since the police stop. I insisted and he insisted harder? awesome, my first (and probably only, even in a million future trips) free taxi in Cartagena.

Did I say, ?My. God.?? After Angie excused herself to the bathroom for a minute (to set a two-hour timer, I later realized) we got to it. Every time I looked at her, she got hotter and this only multiplied as her clothes pealed off. My. God. Again. The only thing missing was, you guessed it, BBBJ. I was insistent to a point, but I would?ve let this particular girl stay just to let me look at her? and I had already paid, so the most obvious point of leverage is gone in the Isis setup. Enough, though. She gave me the most spirited and effective CBJ I?ve had to date. Better than Laura?s BBBJ. Wow. This was to be a mix of PSE and GFE. The kissing was intense (one thing led to another is just not going to work here) and we went from bed to living room and back again. Since I was so drained though, I lasted forever. Poor thing, she was trying so hard and had no idea how long this might take. Well, it took a long time. At times toward the end she even seemed worried. But when it happened, I was ready to pass out and die happy. And, of course, I was tired as could be.

We laid together and eventually I gave her a massage as she laid on her stomach. We talked just a little and it was clear that we would both be happy to go to sleep. I whispered into her ear, ?You can sleep here, don?t worry about the other hour.? (Listen, I was not cutting her a break so much as I was delaying the next round to the morning, at time when I might hope to live through another round). I don?t even know if she nodded. She just pulled my arm around her. My. God.

Angie de Isis
From some town between B/Q and Cartagena
Medium skinned morena
Face: 10 (I know there are more beautiful women in the world, but shit? not enough of them to bump her out of 10)
Body: 10 (Pretty short, the most athletic yet just-the-right-kind-of-soft-body I?ve ever had the pleasure of taking in? firm but not hard. Her legs? )
Service: 9 (Some would grade lower? especially for the CBJ, but we went at in a way that is just plain rare to me)
Repeat: Well, there are some factors here that are not going to be clear until the next post. But, of course! She was the kind of experience that will haunt me as I try to justify going elsewhere instead of here.

(BTW, sorry about the weird comma fiasco in the last post? what causes that?)

So you had to pay the bartender at Isis the amount you agreed upon LT for a freelancer? I was a bit confused when you said you already paid. Cant wait to see the photos of these beauties as I'm sure they are hot. I have honestly never heard of a guy getting a covered BJ in Cartagena until this report...hope things havent changed in just a couple months.

This report is hilarous! This should be made into a live theatre.

The setup at Isis is for the customer to give all of the payment to the bartender. If caught behind another such payment, it takes forever.

I'll finish this up when I get home... it ends with a whimper, at least from a mongering standpoint.

As for the CBJ thing... I don't doubt that nearly every other BJ in CTG is BB... I'm just screwing something up.

I'll be in CTG from Apr 19 - 26. First timer there. Anyone there as well?